Day by day.
Night by night.
Trying to glue the shattered pieces of my body back together
But my hands shake
I crumble again and again
I need help
I keep screaming and no one seems to hear me
Shattering like this hurts like nothing else
I’m all cut up on the inside
And it forms scars on my skin
The purpose of life
Is ripped from my body
The thoughts of the people around me swim through my mind
They haunt me with their voices and opinions of me and what I am and what I’m not
I’m too much
This is too much
Mental illness is fucked
This is what it is right?
It feels like its become me
I am this illness
Caroline 